I'm at a red light
The stereo so loud I can barely think
It must be the drums
Pressing against my chest
It must be your voice stuck in my throat
My words feel drug across sand
Where are you?
And where are you?
My world is moving past me with growing speed
and I feel the rolling bass against my thigh as it
presses to the door and I
Where are you?
Every moment we move farther away
I existed before you
I'm sure I'll be
Right here
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